The Spring Romance
The river else doesn-t wholly reign,
But pale-blue ice is drowned now;
And clouds are not blue again,
But sun had drunk the snow out.
Through a half-opened door,
You fret a heart with rustle; though...
You are not else in love; but lor!
You can-t not fall in love tomorrow.
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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